"Hahaha, what was I thinking at that time? Just what was it, just..."
In Tulip Castle, the fresh breeze lifted Count Kazi's garments, yet the sweat beads on his forehead were distinctly visible under the sunlight.
Standing before him were the king, Charles, with his arm in a sling and a playful smirk, and the Pope Horn with his lips tensely shaped into a V.
The battle was won, but after the joy subsided, Count Kazi remembered what he had said to Charles before the battle.
He said Charles was a foolish king, that he'd rather forsake his title and complain at the former king's tombstone, and if he survived, he'd have to slap his face...
Now thinking about it, Count Kazi wished he could go back in time and slap his own face.
In just three days, Count Kazi went through a complete cycle of regret, fear, and the fantasy of time travel.
